Forty seven two hundred thirty three Bump bum's my tragedy A five year date with Sallie Mae Bump baum they say horray Well that's a whole lot of maybe change To play in your cartoon That's a whole lot of change To loan to color this two tone Say that Sallie she's no friend of mind Here she comes, hair up in a bun Bump bum so goes the show A Babe Ruth card draggin' over them spokes Like a mean two stroke Run toto run, sleep with your guns Run toto run, they're hot on your buns Say thay Sallie, she's no friend of mine ♪ Pick it up, truck it up, buck it up, fair Suck it up, chuck it up, run it up, hair Oh there she comes A walkin' down the street With a little grey streak And big ole beak Look out kid, it ain't your tune And the tax sure ain't brass Everybody (everybody) calls her doc But she's the last in her class Say that Sallie she's no friend of mine Say that Sallie she's no friend of mine ♪ Standing in line where the curtains might draw ♪ The man with the answer Has got no pants The hounds smell a phony His bags are packed People will gather To catch it on their phones This is where you find out Who are your friends ♪ Run toto run sleep with your guns Run toto run, they're hot on your buns Say that Sallie she's no friend of mine Say that Sallie she's no friend of mine Say that Sallie Mae's no friend of mine